All Chapters of His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I can almost see the grin on his face, the emotion carrying through his voice. He's been holding onto that little ticket since allowing his father to live. Not that I'm sure Niko won't go and kill the man just to get out of this request. "Fine, Father, but I won't force him. Neither will Emma." "This has nothing to do with Emma. It's best to keep her out of these situations. And he has no choice; the decision has been made. I'll tell him when we deliver the men to your compound. The wedding will be set for a few weeks; I'll have word spread tonight. Everyone will know come sunrise." "That soon?" I point out. And keeping Emma out of such decisions won't bode well once she takes over from me: I wonder how he will feel when I reveal it won't be me taking over from him. I know Emma hasn't technically agreed just yet, but once her men are here and she sees how they follow her command, I'm sure her hand will be tipped concerning her agreeing to my proposal. I'm banking on her agreeing.

EmmaHaving my father's men bend to their knees in a show of respect is the most anxiety-inducing moment of my life. Here are seventy-three men claiming me above my sister when, in all fairness, it's her that's deserving of such titles as the Don. The decision was unanimous, and part of me gladly accepts the challenge of taking the title from Bianca as she stands by watching her future be flushed down a proverbial drain.In cases like this, when the firstborn daughter is married off, it's usually a matter of the second to set things in motion and for the men to choose their next leader. And right here and now, they've chosen me.The walk around my father's home is sobering. The men and women here have been in limbo for the last few days with no contact from my father or sister, making them uncomfortable and anxious. They all seem exuberant to have me here as I speak with the women, play with the children, and hold the babies.Everyone seems reassured by my presence, and that makes me

"You must be wondering why I've called you all in here," Dimitri says solemnly, his gaze penetrating each of us as he looks around the room. Clasping his hand before him, he smirks when his gaze lands on Niko, who's not paying attention as he chews gum in the corner of the room. "It seems I now have secrets that need to remain hidden, a promise that I have recently realised I have no intention of keeping. Emma," he talks loudly for us all to hear. His tone is demanding and powerful. Our gazes meet as I turn my attention to him as he calls my name."Yes?""You'll need to keep your men in line and ensure they keep the blood pact your father and I had a secret. It's imperative to your relationship that you do this.""Blood pact? Okay—" I frown."Bianca," he turns to her ignoring my question, calling her name with malice. "You, dear child, must also keep those secrets silent. You'll be answering to me from now on. So you see, that's why I need to keep you in my organisation. I cannot trus

Closing the door behind me softly, I ensure to take down the few dressing gowns off the back of the door, dumping them on the chair by the desk. I intend to use the mirror; I want to watch her watch me fuck her. Her attention barely flits from her book as I stalk towards the bed, and even less so when I start to strip with a serious face and dark eyes ready to devour her. Her disinterest mildly annoys me, but I don't allow it to dampen my mood fully. Smirking, I grab her ankle, pulling softly. Her body falls flat, her book forgotten, as she giggles with her arms flailing. "Luca?" She questions, my name coming out more of a breath than a spoken word. I drag her down the bed enough so that I see she's wearing nothing to cover her pussy. Fuck, my mouth waters. "I want you, wife!" "Have me then," she replies, biting her lip as if she's got exactly what she wanted. Ah, did she dress like this, hoping I wanted her? Well, it worked, more than worked. I would have preferred to find

Emma "What a lovely family reunion, yes? Have you missed your genitori, Emma?" "Yes," I nod. "We've missed you. Haven't we, Beatrice?" "Ye—ssss," my mother stammers. "You must be wondering why you're here like this. On my cell floor, Emma?" "Did I do something wrong?" I ask. "Not per se, but essentially. Yes." My father passes the gun to Bianca; she eagerly takes it, adjusting her hold clumsily before pointing it at our mother's head. Footsteps force my gaze from my mother to my father as he approaches me. He bends down, crouching low before me. Reaching out, he strokes my cheek. "Così ingenuo, così stupido," so naive, so stupid, he tells me. "Papa," his name comes out as I begin to beg. "Ah, always such a disappointment, Emma. Senza valore," worthless he tuts. "Mi dispiace, papà," I apologise. He cradles my cheek, lifting my face from my knees. For a moment, we locked gazes, and I felt his disdain filter through me. And then he rears back, and I presume he